It's my fault. You see, I worship a pantheon of deities representing literary cliches. I may have kinda sorta prayed to the god of Irony asking for an appropriate judgement, and she got into an argument with the deity of overly obvious karmic punishment and a whole debate started in the pantheon. Poor Paul ended up the battleground for a supernatural war over what does and does not constitute "irony."
By the time the dust settled Paul's gravel yard had grown a Texas bluegrass lawn and seen it wither about five times. His HAIR had grown long and fallen out twice like an inverse "Peanut Butter Solution." He'd gone blind and had his sight restored so many times there was a day where it created a strobe light effect that triggered a seizure, which he didn't even known he was prone to before. Finally, there's was the deity of overly obvious sexual innuendo did to poor Paul's pubic hair.
If anyone knows who gave him the vivid dream about a passionate night with James Earl Jones, they're not telling me. I only know about the dream because the God of Brain Bleach Plot Twists saw it and told me because, well, she's the god of Brain Bleach Plot Twists.
Paul is currently sitting at home drinking glass after glass of brandy.
Still, he fared better than the Muse who inspired Alanis Morissette's "Ironic." In a war about what is and is not ironic, the poor sap responsible for
that little ditty was going to be down scope for EVERYONE. Last I heard she was seeking sanctuary among the mortals, offering to make whoever hid her the next O. Henry.
Now I'm confused. Parsman said that maybe they're "too much of a Pratchett fan". I'm a big Pratchett fan and don't think anyone could possibly be too much of a fan of his writing. Just an off-topic aside.
introspection!
